“Nobody said anything about your office.” she smirks, rising to her feet, “C’mon. We’ll head back to my place and scarf down on this thing.. Unless your office keeps whiskey. And we won’t get in trouble for drinking here.” shifty eyed, Temperance moves a bit closer, plate balanced on her hand before waving it slowly towards him. “Hoooaaaagiieeee~”
‘You made it sound like it.’ He childishly blames. No shame. 'Office whiskey is for the office. Works like medicine for stress.’

Closely he watches the woman approach him. Shaking his head as he sighs. 'Not quite hungry, Tempy. Your hoagie magic has no effect on a full belly’d man.’
“HA! No goofier than you!” she teases in reply as she takes a couple steps back, “Okay, mon ami.. Let’s see those booze....
‘Ain’t I just full of surprises?’ He questions smugly. Tone soon watching up with the small grin that tugs at the corner...
“Heh I could be! I tend to so that for all my exes! Except the ones I’ve killed…they don’t call it burying the hatchet...